Emily's POV

I lay on my bed for a few minutes. Why did he have to be so stubborn? I just wanted to be alone for a moment. Was privacy too much to ask? I calmed myself and stood. I looked into my mirror, which I realized resembled the one in the prima donna's room at the opera house.

The opera house, oh how I missed it.

I walked toward my mirror and placed my hand on it. Memories of meeting Erik at the opera house came back to me.

"Who are you!" the man demanded. I had nowhere to go but back the way I came. Before I could even turn around, the man leapt into the water after me. I tried to swim as fast as I could but he grabbed me by my arm.

"Who are you?" he yelled pulling me up to him. I was terrified. He drug me toward the shallowest part of the lake, near the shore of his home. I winced in pain several times as he pulled me out of the water.

He had such a grip on my arm that I could not escape no matter how hard I struggled. "Ow! You're hurting me!" I yelled. He yanked me around and forced me to sit on the organ's bench.

"Once again! Who are you?" I could hear the words drip from his mouth like venom.

"I-I," I stuttered trying not to winced under the pressure of his hands on my arms. "I am Emily Firman!" I screamed.

"Well Madame Firman!" He spat as he finally let go of me. "You are not leaving until you tell me how you got here!" He bellowed as he walk toward a leaver. As he heaved it down, the gate at the entrance started to close.

"Fine!" I spat at him. "I will tell you." I paused for a moment as he turned around.

"Go on." He hissed his eyes full of anger.

"I-I heard you and Christine rehearsing." I said now scared to death. "I followed you." I said starring him right in the eyes. His eyes changed for a moment, realizing it was his fault I was there.

"You followed me?" He said with anger returning to his eyes. "Well we will have to do something about that, now wont we?" He asked menacingly. I bit my lip as my eyes fluttered around the room trying to find a way to escape. "I suppose I could just kill you!" He threatened.

"No!" I screamed.

I snapped out of my memories. Would he really have killed me? I thought about this for a moment. Erik truly scared me when we met. But I had no right to follow him then trespass. I walked toward the door. It's true Erik and I had some bad times but there were also good ones too. I opened the door and heard Erik yell.

"Don't!" He yelled.

"What?" Christine asked.

"Laugh with this boy." Why did he yell at them for laughing? I went down stairs and stayed outside the parlor listening. Making sure to be silent and hidden, qualities that I picked up from Erik.

"What is wrong with you?" Christine asked sounding confused and angry at him. "Answer me!" She yelled. I listened for a moment.

"You know what's wrong!" Erik yelled after a moment.

"No I don't!" She yelled back at him.

"You two need to calm down." Philipe said as something hit one of the walls in the parlor.

"Erik there is no need to punch the wall!" Christine yelled at the top of her lungs as another fist hit the wall.

"Monsieur le Viscount, will you please take your leave?" Erik hissed at Philipe. I stepped back and watched as Philipe left the parlor and went to the front door. Once he was gone I turned my attention back to the parlor.

"Why are you acting like this?" Christine asked. "You're being so, so," She paused for a moment. "Protective! No, no you're being over protective."

"No I am not!" He yelled.

"Yes you are, you are acting just like you used to when we lived at the opera house!"

"I don't know what you are talking about." He said. I heard pacing and assumed it was Erik.

"Erik," Christine sighed. "When you were my angel, you never let me even talk to a man, that could have been a potential suitor. And if I did you would reprimand me."

"So?" He asked cruelly.

"So, you are acting like you used to when," He cut her off.

"When what?" He yelled.

"When you loved me!" I gasped silently; did she really accuse him of loving her once more? He couldn't love her he said so himself! He said he thought he loved her.

There was a long silence. "Well," Erik said. "What if I still do?" I felt a tear fall from my eye. He still loves her.

"Erik you are engaged and are going to be a father." Christine said.

"But you said that you loved me." Erik accused. What! She loves him too? This day couldn't get any worse. I felt my heart break, he loves her and would probably rather be with her than with me. I'm just a pitiful excuse for a person.

He rather go run away with the beautiful Christine, who is oh so pure and clean; Than with me his whore. That's all I was to him a whore. I felt several tears fall from my now burning eyes. I ran upstairs and grabbed a suit case. This wouldn't be the first time I would have to leave Erik, but it would be the last.

Uh oh that's not good. What do you think will happen next? Please review.